you know how you have to have just the right ratio of chips to sandwich? same goes for pubes.
My morning has consisted of lying in a fetal position, eating a whole tub of ben and jerry's, talking to my cat, and setting all of our pictures on fire. Does that answer your question?
So not only just find my adoption papers that I didnt know about in my parents house, but they say "child shows some signs of mental retardation".
aaaannd alcoholism beats pride. it's like grown-up rock, paper, scissors
There are no words to adequately express my gratitude for sending me porn you found staring a former classmate.
I'm going to make him fall in love with me one blow job at a time.
I have minimal recognition and a lot of burns on my tongue and my vagina hurts.
Like, I just want to be naked rolling around in soft things.
They are fixing my bike for free, trying to smoke me out, and their kids keep hugging me.
I let a drunk, gay man in a dragon costume motor-boat me. With his dragon head.
It was a fight. Me vs nature and drunkenness. And nature won. Big time.
This amicable friendliness is dull. We either need to start fighting or fucking around. I'll even let you pick.
I told the person I was on the phone with to hold on while I looked for my phone. I think it's time to stop doing dabs.
I'm so proud of us for not dying.
you don't need to worry about using proper grammar if you're asking for the size of his dick.
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